Re: Branstone Sisters & Open
“He was also in the same year as Mum and Dad and he has the attention span of an ADHD goldfish,” Eleanor said, a slight note of exasperation in her voice. “I’m not blind to all the good things about him, and yes, I’ve had a crush on him, but I’m not blind to all the other things either. And it’s not why I’m staying with him. I really, genuinely love my job.”
Reaching down, she took Charlotte’s hand, threading their fingers as she gave her sister’s a gentle squeeze. “I appreciate you being protective, Char,” she smiled at her. “But I promise you, he won’t hurt me. I’ve worked with him for years, I’ve seen him in high spirits and in something not unlike depression. He’s my boss, but he’s also my friend, and who knows? Maybe, someday something will happen. Maybe it won’t. I don’t know and I don’t care. It’s not a factor I calculate with in any way. At all. Okay?”
Looking at Charlotte, Eleanor quirked and eyebrow before she shook her head. “No, you’re going to go over there, ask him if the seats’re taken while I go get us some cake.”